Letra Summertime in the Town par Clyde Carson

Ooh, in the Town for sure
Hey

Backyard barbecue with ribs
If you want it, better dig on in
(Summertime in the Town)
F**k a gun, n***a, play with your kids
It's that time of year one mo' gin
(Summertime in the Town)
Hit the block, we could drive the strip
Wanna ride, better come on in
(Summertime in the Town)
I'm high and the sunshine won't give
Oakland, baby, this is where I live
(Summertime in the Town)

Ghost (Ghost), ride (Ride)
I'm rollin', slidin' through Oakland
Sun out, summertime, know I'm smokin'
Box Chev', Cougnut, stroll in the opеn, ayy
Stunna season so his top boy's pokin'
New twenty-sixеs on everything they rollin'
Whether they copped 'em or whether they stole 'em
N***as hit the strip talkin' sh*t and boastin'
Right by the ocean, I come from the Bay
Hit Seminary, seen Damian Favors (Dame Fame)
Keep pushin' through the Town, paintin' the pavement
Pickin' Playboy bunnies up, n***a just wavin'
Rememberin' days when I was young at the picnics
Mosswood Park with the APG clique
Now I'm grown up, rollin' up on a freak with
A little bit of nothin' on—baby, come leave with me

Backyard barbecue with ribs
If you want it, better dig on in
(Summertime in the Town)
F**k a gun, n***a, play with your kids
It's that time of year one mo' gin
(Summertime in the Town)
Hit the block, we could drive the strip
Wanna ride, better come on in
(Summertime in the Town)
I'm high and the sunshine won't give
Oakland, baby, this is where I live
(Summertime in the Town)
I woke up (Woke up), little bit after 9:00
Jumped in the shower, 'bout an hour 'til I hit the grind
(On the detail) Twenty-fours got a little shine
On the highway, hot day in the summertime
(Another grind) I can't hear my phone
'Cause the window's down and the AC on (And the AC on)
Wife beater, white sneaker, white tee on
And I gotta hit Rita (Why?), TK home
So I slide up Bancroft, left on 10-6
Back down MacArthur, gotta keep the Swish' lit
I ride slow 'cause I'm lookin' for a slick chick
Hair match her lipstick, mami on that Kim sh*t
Summertime in the Town feels so surreal
Auntie put another meal on the grill
Still I'm on one and I ain't done yet
Dimes on mind, hike right up to Sunset, yet

Backyard barbecue with ribs
If you want it, better dig on in
(Summertime in the Town)
F**k a gun, n***a, play with your kids
It's that time of year one mo' gin
(Summertime in the Town)
Hit the block, we could drive the strip
Wanna ride, better come on in
(Summertime in the Town)
I'm high and the sunshine won't give
Oakland, baby, this is where I live
(Summertime in the Town)
Drinkin' Old, ridin' gold
Ridin' around in the sunshine (Yeah)
Just pimps and hoes and players
Drinkin' Old, ridin' gold
Still ridin' around in the sunshine
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm ridin' high, with pimps and hoes and players
(You see it, you see it)
Sucker free from all these haters (All these haters)
Just pimps and hoes and players
(Just players, players, players)
Sucker free from all these haters
(Let's go)

Backyard barbecue with ribs
If you want it, better dig on in
(Summertime in the Town)
F**k a gun, n***a, play with your kids
It's that time of year one mo' gin
(Summertime in the Town)
Hit the block, we could drive the strip
Wanna ride, better come on in
(Summertime in the Town)
I'm high and the sunshine won't give
Oakland, baby, this is where I live
(Summertime in the Town)

Pimps and hoes and players (Ooh yeah)
Sucker free from all these haters (All these haters)
Just pimps and hoes and players (Ooh, yeah)
Sucker free from all these haters